AN: Supposed to be from Swain's point of view but could be anyone. Wrote this in Social Studies class. What can I say. I was bored. First fanfic, so no bad comments plz.
Cold and Wet
From Swain's point of view
You can't tell if the water on her face is the rain or the tears. She sits there alone on the deck. She doesn't notice you walk onto the deck with her. She doesn't care. It's now you hear the sobs. You somewhat quicken your pace, but not by much. As you pull her into a hug, she lets her emotions get the better of her. Her sobs get louder and quicker and her breath hitches. Her face is pale, cheekbones more prominent. You wonder how long it's been since she'd last eaten. As you lead her to her cabin, you whisper into her ear. "It's okay Nikki. It'll be okay."